(Hans)
Her slim and pale neck is bent on dainty sloped shoulders, and a million thoughts rush through my mind, dreams and daydreams I've had, of how we'd meet again. How I would tell her that I loved her, ever since that first night, and she'd say she felt the same. Corny, I know, in real life these things are so much more complicated. And there is no time, I know that I have to act now.
I raise my sword high above my head, my sight blurred by tears - for a life that will never be. Knowing that the harder I swing, the less she will feel, I bring down my sword with all the painful strength in me, whispering "I'm sorry" on the breath that gushes out of me.
"Noooooo!" My sword meets an early mark, smashes into pieces and my body is flung back by what feels like a giant invisible hand slapping the air out of me.
For a moment I lay dazed, blinking up at a sky with still-hanging snow, but when I hear Elsa sobbing, I jolt upright.
The scene that meets my eyes is a heartbreaking one - Anna, frozen in blue ice stands with her hand raised in defence, and Elsa clings to her, weeping. I realize that I heard Anna screaming no, and that she placed herself between my sword and Elsa, saving her life, sacrificing her own. So much love, so much pain! How will Elsa recover from this? Will she want me to kill her still?
The relief I feel at seeing her alive makes me think that I won't be able to do it again.
Even nature around us seems to grieve with us, but at that moment I see the heart of Anna's statue begin to color and spread out like a sunrise until all of Anna is her own color and she moves!
She blinks, smiles, and puts her arms around her sister who gets the biggest shock of all to find Anna alive. She cries out and pulls Anna close.
"You sacrificed yourself for me?" she wonders.
Anna grasps her by her shoulders "I love you."
From the side I hear a gasp, and I see a funny snowman, alive of all things, lifting his head with stick hands and saying "an act of love will thaw a frozen heart!"
Elsa looks at her hands. "Love will thaw… of course! Love!" and as she begins waving her hands, the air whirls in song and warmth, and the snow withdraws into the sky.
As the fjord begins to melt we are raised up on a boat that seems to have been sunken under the ice, and the sky clears into a lovely blue.
Anna and Elsa giggle and hug each other like they haven't seen each other forever, which is pretty much the truth.
With a groan I pull myself up on the side of the boat, I must have fallen harder than I thought. The noise draws the attention of the girls, and Anna stomps over to me.
"You! You are not what I thought you were, you're mean!"
Then she draws back her fist and punches me so hard I tumble back over the side and into the water.
As I'm splashing and spluttering in the water, a rope comes down in front of me and I look up to see a young man waiting for me to climb up.
I can hear Elsa explaining to Anna that she asked me to kill her, that she shouldn't be mad at me, but when I reach the top of the boat I can see that Anna is still disgruntled.
Elsa looks at me apologetically. Anna links their arms and gives a small tug.
"We have to go inside now. It's time. I don't want the people to be any more traumatized than they already are. We need to come clean about what's been going on."
Elsa looks at her sister, then at me, and nods, "yes, no more secrets."
(Elsa)
Everything is happening too quickly. There isn't a moment to stand still and think about what has happened. Not that I'm not over the moon, never could I have imagined such a happy outcome. This is probably the way it's going to be from now on, and I'll have to get used to it.
As we walk towards the palace, with Anna's arm linked through mine, my mind drifts back to Hans. I wanted to talk to him so badly, I can't imagine how he must be feeling, having been thrown into the middle of this family drama.
And what happened to the supposed wedding Anna had been so adamant about? She doesn't seem very happy with him now. In fact, she's going on and on about Kristoff, the silent boy following us closely, and Sven, his reindeer.
I owe that boy a huge debt of gratitude for taking care of my sister, for saving her.
An hour later I'm finally alone, in father's study, leaning back on his comfortable chair with my eyes closed.
Speaking to the people was surprisingly easy, they were very accepting of my magic, and I could see many looks of sympathy when I explained the misunderstandings over the years. When one of them asked why prince Hans was trying to kill me, I was quick to rectify that rumor.
"Prince Hans has done us a great good deed. In that moment of fear, of not knowing whether the snowstorm would ever end; even were I to flee to the ends of the earth; and not knowing whether Anna was alive or dead, I felt that the only solution would be my death."
A collective gasps from the people confirmed for me that they still wanted me around.
"So I asked, no, I demanded that he kill me. He did not want to, but he complied, as a leader should. If he hadn't, then Anna would never have sacrificed herself. And that act of selfless love, was what saved, not only herself, but all of us, as love is the key to controlling my power."
I could see the people nodding and agreeing, and one woman wearing a blue scarf piped up and mentioned how prins Hans had taken control and helped the people with blankets and food and comforting words. My heart grew even warmer with this proof that Hans had grown into such a lovely man, and a caring leader.
Until this day I have not been in my father's study, but being a queen now, I will have to make it mine. Even though it's been kept clean, nothing has been removed or replaced since he has worked here.
Curiosity gets the better of me and I begin looking in the many drawers. When I get to the bottom one, I see a box with a lock. I put it on the desk and look around - in what looks to be a clutter drawer - for a key. It's surprisingly easy to find and I open the box.
At first I don't understand what I'm seeing, dozens of letters, some of them in my handwriting, and some….
That's when it begins to dawn on me, these are my letters! My letters to Hans… and what looks to be his letters to me! He wrote to me!
I squeal like a little girl, like I would have had I ever gotten them and lift them from the box like the treasure they are.
Quickly I rip open the first letter and my eyes race over the words. An hour later I've read them all and I'm ecstatic and hurt all at once. He poured out his heart in those letters, in between the lines I read what seems like love for me. Does he still love me? Or does he prefer my sister now?
But why would my father do this to us? Why couldn't he at least give me that tiny piece of happiness? I don't want to dwell on it too long, the past is in the past. All I want now is to see Hans. Where is he? I don't remember him coming with us to the castle. Is he still on his ship? I run to the window overlooking the fjord, only to see his ship, beginning to set sail.